User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110729194211

Captain Raznare is looking leisurely out the window of his cart when he sees the massive flock of black birds go overhead and sees Rallago's hunting party(minus Skarvadd and Griboz) come racing back to the main group. "The rooks must've slain Griboz 'n' Skarvadd, capitan!" cries Rallago, pointing to the airborne army. Raznare quickly recovers from his surprise. He opens the cart's back door and steps down. Draped in all his fineries and removing his feathered floppy hat, the rat bows to his army. Putting on some tan colored sword gloves he motions at the huge rook army. "Shoot!" A whizz and whirr is heard as twoscore bowstrings are loosed and about a score of rooks and magpies fall to the earth, those who were only wounded perishing upon impact with the dusty ground. "Fire again!" Raznare shouts above the cawing din. Around twenty more crows, magpies and jackdaws fall, one balled up rook crushing one of the archers by falling on him. "Slingers!" The rooks are battered by the less-lethal hail of stones and river pebbles and a few fall slain. "Rallago views the mass of birds with worried eyes. "Ah...Capitan, it seems we have had but small impact upon their number. There must be at least several hundred left." Salpicar climbs out of the wagon, his one eye rolling around at the crows in fear, for his other eye was lost to such creatures. "Captain," he whines. "Don't let them take me other eye!" After this point the rat goes into hysterics. His only fear over the years and seasons aboard the Grande Briney was birds. He liked the sea because there were less birds and thus less chance of losing his left eye to crows as well. He climbs back into the wagon and stays inside, clearly impacted by the rooks' arrival.